Heh
So can you tell I'm not super good at keeping a journal?
Even when I knew there was absolutely no possibility it would be read by the world at large, I was bad at this. I recall being given a 5-year diary, in my youth, using it for about 5 days, then stowing it beneath my bed. Its pages never saw the light of day again.
Is my life really so boring, or does it just seem so because I don't make note of all the tiny triumphs and defeats that make up the days?
Here's one: Last night, I was finally able to say "I love you" to another human being without either sarcasm or tears. Though the latter are threatening now, so is a somewhat wistful smile.
"I want to rise, rise
Like a phoenix from the ashes
Crowned and conquering
The shadows of my soul...."
Even when I knew there was absolutely no possibility it would be read by the world at large, I was bad at this. I recall being given a 5-year diary, in my youth, using it for about 5 days, then stowing it beneath my bed. Its pages never saw the light of day again.
Is my life really so boring, or does it just seem so because I don't make note of all the tiny triumphs and defeats that make up the days?
Here's one: Last night, I was finally able to say "I love you" to another human being without either sarcasm or tears. Though the latter are threatening now, so is a somewhat wistful smile.
"I want to rise, rise
Like a phoenix from the ashes
Crowned and conquering
The shadows of my soul...."